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COMMEMORATIVE OF THE HEROES OF ALBANY, 



WHO HAVE FALLEN DURING THE PRESENT WAR IN DEFENSE OF OUR COUNTRY, 



DELIVERED IN THE 



NORTH REF. PROT. DUTCH CHURCH OF ALBANY, 



ON THE EVENING OF JULY 10th, 1864, 



By RUFUS W. CLARK, D. D. 



ALBANY : 

STEAM PRESS. OF C. VAN BENTHUYSEN. 
1864. 



CORRESPONDENCE. 



Albany, July 13th, 1864. 
Rev. Ettfiis W. Clark, D. D.: 

Dear Sir — A very genera] desire having been expressed by the relatives 
and friends of the noble men of our city, who have fallen while defend- 
ing the liberties and laws of our country, that the discourse you delivered 
on Sabbath evening, July 10th, in commemoration of their patriotism, 
valor, and devotion, should be published; we therefore, in behalf of the 
U. S. Christian Commission, respectfully request that you furnish a 
copy for publication. Very truly yours, 

THOMAS W. OLCOTT, President. 

JNO. N. RATHBOME, Vice-President. 

WM. McELROY, Treasurer. 

L. DEDERICK, Secretary, 



Albany, July 13th, 1864. 

Messrs. Thomas W. Olcott, John F. Rathbone, William McElroy 
and L. Dederick: 

Gentlemen — It aifords me pleasure to comply with your request; and 
it will be a gratification to me if you will allow the Discourse to be 
published for the benefit of the U. S. Christian Commission, an organi- 
zation which has contributed so largely, to the temporal comfort and 
spiritual good of our brothers, in the camp and on the battle field. 

I take the liberty of adding some skelches and names, that were 
omitted in the delivery of the discourse. 

"With the highest respect and esteem, I am truly yours, 

RUFUS W. CLARK. 



RELATIVES AND FRIENDS OF THE NOBLE PATRIOTS, 

OF THE CITY OF ALBANY, 

WHO HAVE SACRIFICED THEIR LIVES IN OUR DEFENCE, 

AND FOR THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC, 

THIS DISCOURSE 

IS MOST RESPECTFULLY AND AFFECTIONATELY 

INSCRIBED. 



DISCOURSE. 



2d BOOK OF SAMUEL, 1 chap., 25 verse. 

" HOW ARE THE MIGHTY FALLEN IN THE MIDST OF THE BATTLE." 

We bring to you, to-night, a few garlands which 
we have woven for the illustrious dead. The 
least that we can do, is, to cherish the memories, 
and record the deeds of the noble men, who have 
made sacrifices that we might enjoy tranquility ; 
who have died on the battle field, that we might 
have peace ; who have given their lives for our 
nation's honor, perpetuity and prosperity. They 
have done that for us, for which we can never 
repay them. The debt of gratitude we owe can 
never be cancelled. 

History does not furnish us with an account of 
any war, which has called forth a purer patriot- 
ism, a holier love of liberty, loftier sentiments of 
honor, duty and devotion to the public good, than 
have characterized the heroes, who have been 
engaged, and continued to be engaged, in the 
struggle for the maintenance of the American 
nationality. In preserving this nationality they 
have been inspired with the belief that they were 



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toiling to keep alive the best government that 
Heaven ever granted to a people ; to perpetuate 
and extend those social, educational and religious 
institutions, upon which virtue and happiness are 
based, and to secure the triumph of humanity 
and justice, over systems of oppression, that are 
a reproach and a peril to any nation. And on 
the bright roll of martyr-heroes, none stand 
higher for jDurity, bravery, and a lofty patriotism, 
than those who have gone forth from the city of 
Albany ; and whose precious remains we have 
followed to the grave, with tears of personal 
affection, and feelings of the warmest gratitude 
and admiration. While their cold forms rest with 
us, their influence and noble deeds have entered 
into the most valued parts of American history. 
By dying, they have put fresh life into the repub- 
lic, and added to the value of our institutions. 
We have more to love, more to pray for, more to 
fight for, than we had before their heroism was 
added to our national character. A republic for 
which such sacrifices have been made, and upon 
whose altar such noble and precious lives have 
been laid, must live, must triumph over all its 
foes, and shine with new splendor in the ages yet 
to come. • 

When first contemplating this tribute to the 



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departed heroes of our city, it was my purpose to 
notice all, of whom I could obtain full and satis- 
factory information. But on investigation, I find 
the number so large, that to bring my discourse 
within reasonable limits, I must select a part from 
the brilliant galaxy of names, that shed their 
lustre upon our city, and allow them to speak for 
their comrades, and represent their valor and 
heroic deeds. 

In April, 1861, the first guns were fired from 
the batteries of treason upon Fort Sumter. The 
sound of those guns startled the nation, and 
revealed the existence of a deep, wide spread, and 
malignant rebellion. After a long period of peace, 
unity and uninterrupted prosperity — during which 
the arts had been advanced, the resources of the 
country developed, manufactures and commerce 
increased, and the national domain extended, with 
a rapidity almost without a parallel in history — 
there burst upon us the storm of war, that now, 
for more than three years, has been raging,' carry- 
ing desolation to tens of thousands of homes, and 
producing an amount of personal suffering, and 
domestic anguish, that no language can depict. 

During the first year of the war several of our 
families were struck by the lightning from this 
dark and terrific tempest. Among the dis- 



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tinguished victims, at this early period, there 
stands out before us the name of Colonel William 
A. Jackson. The early years of this young hero 
were passed amid the scenes of a refined, intellec- 
tual and christian home. His father, an accurate 
and distinguished scholar, occupying the Pro- 
fessorship of Mathematics in Union College, 
Schenectady, quickened by his conversation and 
instruction the intellect of his son ; and the 
natural talents, as well as mental acquirements of 
the youth, gave promise of a very successful 
career in life. In the year 1851 Mr. Jackson 
graduated at Union College, and some time after- 
wards he entered upon the profession of law in 
this city, in partnership with one who is greatly 
esteemed for his patriotic services, rendered to the 
government and the country. His frank and pre- 
possessing manners, his quick apprehension of the 
points of any subject submitted to him for inves- 
tigation, his power of oratory and varied intellec- 
tual attainments, his social relations in the city, 
and a large circle of friends, rendered his position 
a most desirable one. But at the call of his 
country he left all, to vindicate her honor, and 
defend her against her foes. 

It would have been his choice to have died upon 
the battle field, but exhausted by his toils and 



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anxieties, he was seized with typhus fever, and 
after a short illness his spirit was called away. 
He died an honored martyr to our great national 
struggle for Union and Liberty. 

The same year there fell also Sergeant John 
Waterman, Co. A, 18th regiment ; Corporal 
Thomas Goldwaite, who died at Fort McHenry of 
typhoid fever ; Lieut. Snyder, William Conkling, 
Robert Cameron, William Cady, a youthful artist 
who was killed at Great Bethel June, 1861 ; and 
the youthful patriot James Rice, the forerunner 
of another bearing the same name, who, two years 
afterwards, fell amid a halo of glory, that reflected 
the brightness of his earthly christian military 
career, and the lustre of those hopes that guided 
his pure spirit to mansions in the skies. 

Young Rice, of whom we now speak, who died 
in November, 1861, at Camp King, Munson's Hill, 
Virginia, was but sixteen years of age when he 
enlisted to serve his country. The boy left his 
home inspired with the thought that he, in the 
hour of the nation's extremity, might do something 
for our honor or protection. He joined the army 
with high aims, and proved an active, faithful and 
efficient soldier. While on picket duty, guarding 
his companions in arms, he was shot by the enemy 
and fell. His last words to his dear father were, 



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" Father I have done my whole duty to my coun- 
try." And there, before having reached the age 
of 17, the young hero dies. Though a stranger 
to us, still we stojD to drop the tear of gratitude 
over his grave, and to commend parents and 
friends to Him, who can afford consolation under 
such a bereavement. 

Of the citizens of Albany who offered up their 
lives for their country, during the year 1862, I 
have the names of twenty, each of whom deserves 
an extended and earnest tribute. The most 
illustrious in this company is that of Ormsby 
Macknight Mitchel ; a name dear to many hearts 
here ; one who formerly worshiped within these 
walls, but who to-day worships in a higher, purer, 
more glorious temple. Gen. Mitchel was distin- 
guished in so many departments, that I am unable 
to say whether he was most eminent as an 
astronomer, a soldier, or a christian. He certainly 
presented, in a most happy union, scientific cul- 
ture, earnest patriotism, tender humanity, and 
devoted piety. His intellect moved among the 
stars, and caught their brilliancy. His thoughts 
partook of their harmony and grandeur. His 
discoveries, and contributions to astronomical 
science, are alone sufficient to render his name 
distinguished in the annals of American litera- 



ture. His popular lectures made him a favorite 
with all, and inspired the minds of the people 
with a love for the beauties and sublimities of 
astronomy, and with adoration for the great 
Creator, and his marvellous works. 

The native genius of an hero appears in the 
fact, that at the early age of twelve years he had 
mastered the Latin and Greek languages, acquired 
the elements of mathematics ; and at that time 
commenced the world for himself as a clerk. For 
three years he supported himself, and at the age 
of fifteen went to West Point, with a cadet's 
warrant, a knapsack upon his back and 25 cents 
in his pocket. He graduated with honor in 1829, 
and was at once made assistant Professor of 
Mathematics, which position he filled for two 
years. After practicing law in Cincinnati six 
years, he was elected Professor of Mathematics, 
Philosophy and Astronomy, at Cincinnati College, 
which office he filled with distinguished ability 
for ten years. In 1859 he became director of the 
Dudly Observatory of this city, and has left here 
an apparatus for accurate measurements, which 
bears the impress of his great mechanical skill. 
But it is with the mechanism of his noble heart, 
that was nicely adjusted to measure the depths of 
human suffering ; it is with those fine chords that 



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vibrated to the calls of patriotism and the claims 
of his country ; it is with those aspirations that 
nothing but the truths and glories of Christianity 
could satisfy, that we are chiefly interested. Gen. 
Mitchel had a soul that could hear the cries of 
humanity, and respond by toil and sacrifices for 
the helpless and unfortunate. For the education 
and happiness of the freedmen committed to his 
charge, he did what he could ; and at the last great 
day, many of the recipients of his benevolence, 
will be ready to rise up and pronounce him 
blessed. At the moment the breath left his body 
science lost a rare ornament ; the army mourned 
for a skillful and brave soldier ; humanity wept 
for an earnest defender and advocate ; and the 
church lost a true christian and humble follower 
of our Lord Jesus Christ. 

Passing along the picture gallery of 1862, we 
come to another hero who bears the marks of 
youth, of calm determination, of pure patriotism, 
and of heroic bravery. He, too, worshipped once 
within this church and celebrated with you the 
dying love of Jesus. He was reared and tenderly 
loved by one whose voice you have often, in years 
past, heard from this pulpit ; but now he sleeps 
in the battle-field in a soldier's grave, far from 
parents, sisters and brothers; far from the fond 



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wife, who in youth became a widow ; far from a 
little one who can never look up and say father, 
but must wait to learn the sad history that makes 
the child an orphan, and the mother a weeping 
mourner. You may recognise the portrait as that 
of Theodore C. Rogers. So noble was his bear- 
ing, so manly his bravery, that even the officers 
of the rebel army, when they saw him leading his 
soldiers the conflict, gave orders to their own sol- 
diers not to fire at him. And when he fell, by 
those whom the order did not reach, and his life- 
less body was borne from the field and laid under 
a tree, two generals of the rebel army, while 
gazing upon him and reading the letters from his 
parents and wife, taken from his pocket, wept as 
though a brother of their own had been suddenly 
hurried into eternity. 

During the same year the Fire Department of 
our city gave up some of its most efficient and 
useful members for the salvation of the country. 
Among them we make honorable mention of 
Lieut. John McCaffrey, of the 104th New York 
Volunteers, who was formerly foreman of Engine 
Company No. 12, and at the time he enlisted Avas 
a member of company No. 10 ; of Lieut James M. 
Southwick of the 93d Regiment, another brave 
soldier and efficient officer; of Lieut. James Kin- 



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near who belonged to company No. 6 ; men who, 
when at home, were ready at any hour of the 
night or the day to hapten, the moment the alarm 
was given, to protect your houses and property 
from the ravages of fire, and then went forth to 
lay down their lives for the suppression of that 
awful rebellion, that has brought upon our beloved 
country such desolation, and carried anguish to 
so many hearts. 

Col. Edward Frisby, also a brave and noble 
officer, was wounded, and then killed by a horse 
that was shot and fell upon him. The honors 
with which his remains were followed to the 
grave in this city, bore testimony to the esteem 
and respect in which he was held by a large circle 
of friends. 

Gladly would we, did time allow, offer an 
extended tribute of our gratitude and admiration 
to Addison I. Fellows, who just as he was enter- 
ing upon life, and gaining the esteem and affection 
of a large circle of friends, was cut down by the 
typhoid fever ; to Lieut. Edward Bayard Hill, a 
member of the regular service, and a man of 
modest bearing, cultivated intellect, and unflinch- 
ing bravery, who gave his talents, his noble heart, 
and his life to his country ; to Clarence H. 
Stephens, the brave boy of nineteen years, who 



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fell before the deadly fire of the rebel artillery ; 
to Harmon Visscher, Jr., a youth of excellent 
attainments and universally esteemed, who was 
shot through the breast, and was left on the field 
for dead, but reviving received the attentions of 
his devoted mother, till the last breath left his 
body ; to Thomas L. Hartness, the brave soldier 
and devoted Sabbath school teacher ; to Lieut. 
James Reid, the courageous officer, who fell at the 
fatal battle of Bull Hun ; to the young James De 
Lacey, whose affection, as the son of a widowed 
mother, was equal to his courage upon the battle 
field, and who fell at the slaughter at Antietam ; 
to the noble and heroic Adjutant John H. Russell; 
to the brave Robert Caldwell, the only son of a 
widowed mother ; and to Lieut. McCornwell, who 
fell in the same battle ; to George Martin, who 
after he had passed through all the battles of the 
Peninsula with Gen. McClellan's army, at last at 
the battle of Campton Gap was shot through the 
heart, and leaves a wife and child and a large 
circle of friends to mourn the loss ; to Stephen 
Ross White, who died of fever at Roanoake Island; 
also to Edward Augustus Higham, all of whom 
richly deserve from our hands, and from our 
citizens, far more than these brief allusions. Mr. 
Hicham, when he enlisted was offered a commis- 



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sion, but he replied, " No, the government needs 
privates more than officers, and I will go as a 
soldier." He went as such, and a more faithful, 
self-sacrificing and brave defender of our country 
never went into the field. He served under the 
lamented and heroic Col. George W. Pratt, 
another name, though not strictly classed among 
the citizens of Albany, yet one that Ave cannot 
pass without saluting, as deserving of the highest 
honors, and of a conspicuous place in the history 
of American valor. 

Mr. Higham died in the Prince Street Hospital, 
Alexandria, Va., Oct. 10, 18G2, aged 21 years. 
He was a splendid young man, active, intelligent 
and upright, with a future exceedingly bright and 
promising. He was Avounded in the leg at the 
battle of Bull Run, August 30th, and left on the 
field from Saturday to Monday night, suffering 
much from the rain on Saturday night, and the 
scorching sun on Sunday. He was taken to the 
hospital, where he lingered until his noble spirit 
was called to its everlasting rest. 

Besides being a brave, conscientious, and patri- 
otic soldier, Mr. Higham was a sincere christian. 
He united with the Fourth Presbyterian church of 
this city in 1859, at the age of eighteen years; 
the church being then under the jDastoral care of 



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the Rev. Dr. Seeley, who took a deep interest in 
the spiritual welfare of our young hero ; and who 
was very much affected to see the young man 
come out alone, as he did, to profess his love for 
Jesus, before angels and men. 

The Rev. Dr. McMurdy, chaplain of the hospi- 
tal at Alexandria, writes of the departed patriot 
to his fond father, " Your son was a noble young 
man, patient and uncomplaining in every trouble. 
He was a sincere and humble christian, and felt 
that there was no trust but in the mercy of the 
Redeemer. ' His death is a sacrifice to the coun- 
try, and may it prove effectual to the nation." 

The same year there fell another valued mem- 
ber of the Fourth Presbyterian church. Mr. 
Whitman Mattoon, the only son of Mr. David 
Mattoon, who was connected with the 44th regi- 
ment, and was killed in the seven days battle on 
the Peninsula in the early part of July. The 
particulars of his death have never been received 
by his afflicted parents, nor has his body been 
recovered. The precious remains doubtless lie 
unburied with others of the noble dead; but his 
brave spirit has gone to that Savior, whom he 
loved, and labored to serve on the earth. 

During the year 1863, scarcely a month passed 
without some family in our city being plunged 



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into the deepest mourning. And among the 
offerings made to our county, there were several 
as distinguished for eminent piety, as for a noble 
patriotism. I have only to mention, first the 
name of Adjutant Richard M. Strong, to excite 
your warmest gratitude and enthusiastic admira- 
tion. Fitted by nature, and a superior classical 
and legal education, to take the highest rank in 
the profession of law ; qualified to adorn and 
elevate any social circle that might be favored 
with his presence ; inspired with a devotion to 
the cause of Christ that rendered him one of the 
best of christian counsellors, and the most efficient 
workers, as his services rendered to the State 
Street Presbyterian Church, at the period of its 
organization, can abundantly testify ; he still left 
all to accept the perils of the battle-field, and the 
destiny of an American soldier. In collecting his 
regiment, he underwent great toil and personal 
sacrifices. He was with his soldiers but a short 
time before he won their confidence, affections, and 
admiration. To record his noble deeds, his acts of 
kindness, and his efforts to lead men to the Savior 
of the world, would require volumes. Besides his 
arduous military duties, he acted as chaplain to the 
regiment, when they were deprived of the services 
of that officer. He rose early in the morning, and 



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went from tent to tent, and hospital to hospital, 
ministering to the temporal necessities of the sick 
and wounded ; offering consolation to the sorrow- 
ing, and praying with the dying. He was literally 
broken down by over exertion. His zeal outran 
his strength. The fires of his patriotism and his 
piety, consumed the energies of his physical 
system. At the early age of twenty-eight years 
his spirit returned to the God who gave it ; and 
to-day Richard M. Strong lives in those blissful 
regions, where the roar of cannon and the storm 
of battle are never heard. 

Near him the angels may see another hero, who 
was his co-worker for Christ and for his country 
on the earth — Lieut. James Williamson of the 
177th regiment. Mr. Williamson was one of the 
first trustees of the State Street Presbyterian 
Church, and won golden opinions for his efficiency 
as a church officer, his social qualities, and his high 
integrity as a business man. His noble traits of 
character pre-eminently fitted him for the duties 
of a patriotic soldier, and a braver man never 
stood before the cannon of the enemy. He was 
shot through the brain while rallying his men in 
the "forlorn hope" before Fort Hudson. The 
orders from the General in command to assail 
that fort, that citadel of granite and iron, with a 



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few men, or even a thousand stormers as they 
were called, was, in fact, an order for the men to 
go directly into their graves. The only visible 
prospect before them was instant death, and still 
Lieut. Williamson's loyalty and spirit of obedi- 
ence led him to face even that. Had he been 
commanded to go out and fight a lightning storm 
with drawn sword, he would doubtless have done 
it ; and the command would have had just as 
much reason and judgment in it, as the command 
that cost him his life. 

Other of our noble citizens had to bite the dust 
before that death giving citadel. Col. M. K. 
Bryan, a man full of generous impulses, bravery 
and patriotism, who was among the first at the 
breaking out of the war to give his services to his 
country, and who, for long and weary months, 
faithfully discharged the arduous and perilous 
duties of his position, fell while gallantly leading 
his forces against Fort Hudson. 

Step with me a short distance, and look upon 
another youthful form lying under a tree gasping 
for life. It is the holy Sabbath day, the 14th of 
June, 1863, a day when, at least, pious, God fear- 
ing soldiers are most reluctant to fight, except in 
self-defence. This young officer has been struck 
by a shell, which tore away his sword hilt, and 



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carried it through his left hip. He felt that the 
assault was well nigh desperate, and all his feel- 
ings revolted against a Sabbath day attack upon 
that strong hold. But obedience and courage are 
the duties of a soldier, and in no breast did they 
burn with a purer flame, than in that which is 
now heaving with its last breath. Far from a 
christian home, and dear relatives and friends, at 
11 o'clock, on that Sabbath, dies Major James 
Henry Bogart, of Albany, in the 24th year of his 
age. 

When sixteen }'ears of age he united with the 
church of Christ, and ever lived faithful to his 
christian vows. As a boy, James was pure 
minded, truthful, affectionate and obedient. He 
loved his home, loved his parents and devoted 
relatives. But he also loved his country ; and at 
the first tidings of rebellion, the spirit of patriot- 
ism awoke in his breast, and he consecrated him- 
self to the protection and welfare of his country. 
His remains lie in the Albany Rural Cemetery, by 
the side of other heroes, waiting the last trumpet's 
peal, when to all believers in Jesus, this corrupti- 
ble will put on incorruption, and this mortal be 
clothed with immortality. 

Another brave soldier who fell at Fort Hudson 
was Samuel G. Loomis ; and to the roll of fame for 



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the year 1863, we must add the names of John 
Shaffer, a young man of superior worth, who 
after braving many battles died, and the last 
words upon his lips were, " My mother ;" Charles 
H. Fredenrich of the 10th regiment, a thorough 
soldier, greatly beloved by a large circle of friends ; 
Charles H. Haskell, Henry Sayer, Francis Court- 
ney, Geo. G. Thayer, Charles G. Latham, a 
talented and educated young man, Lieut. S. B. 
Shepard, Corporal Alonzo E. Lewis, Thomas 
Edward Gary, who was instantly killed, leaving 
a father and brother in the army, James McNab, 
William H. Fields, Lieut. Philips, Capt. Augustus 
Barker, Bernard Cain, and Christopher G. Burns, 
who after passing through the dangers of fourteen 
battles died of consumption, aged twenty-four 
years. 

But we must pause as the trumpet of fame 
sounds forth the name of Capt. William I. Tem- 
ple, who fell at the battle of Chancellorsville on 
Friday, May 1st, 1863. Our city has not given 
to the war a more brilliant intellect, or more 
splendid mental attainments than were possessed 
by this young hero. Though he died just as he was 
entering upon his twenty-first year, still he lived 
long enough to prove his power of thought, his 
capability of rapid acquisition in knowledge, and 



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his ability to attain the highest rank in any pro- 
fession, or department of literature or science, to 
which he might devote his energies. His genius, 
too, seemed to shed its lustre and its refining 
influence upon his whole nature. Capt. Temple 
was a gentleman of elegant and polished manners, 
winning address, and noble and generous impulses. 
He partook of the traits of his distinguished father, 
Col. Temple, who was governed by a high sense 
of honor, as well as a pure patriotism. 

At the commencement of the war, Mr. Temple 
was a student at Harvard College ; and at the call 
of his nation, he left all to serve her interests. 
He enlisted in the regular army in 1861, and he 
gave the fire of his genius, and ardor of his patri- 
otic heart, to the work of subduing the rebellion. 
Though but nineteen years of age, he had the 
maturity of manhood, the skill of an experienced 
officer, and the bravery of a veteran in the ser- 
vice. Officers, who were associated with him, 
have said, that they never saw such coolness dis- 
played upon the battle-field as he manifested. 
He moved among cannons and exploding shells 
with as much ease and calmness, as he would 
among a circle of friends in a drawing room. Had 
his life been spared, he would doubtless have 
dealt some heavy blows upon the monster that is 

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seeking to tear out the vitals of our republic, and 
the soul of liberty. But in the bloom of youth ; in 
the dawn of his splendid genius, and unconquerable 
bravery ; at the moment the inspiration of a lofty 
patriotism filled his soul, he fell a martyr to the 
cause that represents to the world, liberty, 
education, religion, and all the elements that 
confer righteousness, peace and happiness upon a 
nation. 

Another name, over which we drop the tear of 
affection and gratitude, is that of Captain Augustus 
Barker, the youngest son of William B. Barker, 
Esq., and grandson of the late William James of 
this city. He was connected with the 5th New 
York Volunteer Cavalry, and had distinguished 
himself in several severe battles. While nobly 
struggling against the tide of rebellion, he was 
taken prisoner, and suffered the privations and 
horrors of the Richmond prisons. But his intense 
sufferings did not extinguish his patriotism, nor 
lessen his valor. On regaining his liberty, he 
devoted himself with fresh enthusiasm to his 
country ; and his manly traits of character, his 
generosity and courage, made him a favorite with 
his companions in arms, and with all who knew 
him. 

On the 16th of September, 1863, his regiment 



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had moved from Hartwood Church to the southern 
side of the Rappahannock river, while he was left 
behind in charge of the troops guarding the river. 
On the next day, while marching to rejoin his 
regiment, being, at the moment, with a single 
man in advance of the troops, he was fired upon by 
guerillas concealed in the adjoining woods. Two 
balls took effect, one in the right side, and the 
other in the left breast, each inflicting a mortal 
wound. He was tenderly cared for, and every 
thing done to alleviate his intense pains, but he 
survived his wound but twelve hours. 

Thus, at the early age of twenty-two, in the 
flower of his youth, and in the vigor of his hopes 
and aspirations, our hero offered up his precious 
life upon the altar of his country. 

Few regiments have suffered more during the 
war than the 43d New York volunteers, made up 
principally of Albanians. Previous to May, 1863, 
this regiment had passed through the battles 
before Yorktown, Williamsburg, Malvern Hill, 
Fair Oaks, Seven Pines, Antietam, the second at 
Bull Run, and each of the battles at Fredericks- 
burg. In the engagement, on the 5th of May, at 
Fredericksburg, several officers and privates fell, 
and among them the brave and youthful Capt. 
Douglass Lodge, who had reached only his 



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twentieth year. In no breast did the tidings of 
the assault upon Fort Sumter, stir deeper or more 
patriotic emotions, than in the breast of this young 
hero. He was the first volunteer to sign the roll 
of a company then forming by Capt. Cottingham ; 
and although the arrangements for this company 
were not perfected, yet he afterwards enlisted in 
the 25th regiment, and soon after joined the 43d. 
In all the battles to which we have referred, he 
greatly distinguished himself, and at Antietam he 
won the admiration of his comrades, and for his 
gallant conduct was promoted to the Captaincy. 
While bravely leading his forces at Fredericks- 
burg, he received a shot in the forehead, and 
instantly expired. 

From the 177th regiment we were called to 
mourn the loss of William Crounse and George 
Elder, the latter of whom attended this church 
and died from a fever in this city. It was my 
privilege to visit this brave youth during his last 
days, and to receive from him the testimony of 
his love for Jesus, and his trust in the pardoning 
mercy of his God. At the early age of eighteen 
years, George Elder gave his life for his country, 
and to his afflicted parents we tender our warmest 
sympathies. 

But there is another name dear to the hearts of 



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many here, and identified with our own church, 
and the cause of foreign missions, and that is 
Lieut. William H. Pohlman. This christian hero 
was born on the Island of Borneo, January 10, 
1842, and was the only surviving son of the late 
Rev. Wm. J. Pohlman, missionary of the Ameri- 
can Board to China. He was also a nephew of 
' the late Rev. John Scudcler, the devoted and suc- 
cessful missionary to the heathen, who went to 
India in 1819. Lieut. Pohlman, with his only 
sister, was sent to the United States at an early 
age to receive their education ; and when the war 
broke out, he was a member of Rutgers College, 
in New Brunswick, having entered that institu- 
tion in the fall of 1859. While quietly and 
successfully pursuing his studies, preparatory to 
the gospel ministry, the conviction fastened itself 
upon his mind, that the country needed his servi- 
ces. For a time he was deeply exercised as to 
the question of duty, and he laid the subject 
before God in earnest prayer. Ere long he saw 
that he must abandon his studies, and fight for his 
adopted country. 

He enlisted as a private in the first New Jersey 
regiment, May 28, 1861, and very soon displayed 
the highest qualities of a christian soldier. He 
passed through all the campaigns with honor, 



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until January 17th, 1863, when he was promoted 
to a Lieutenancy in the 59th regiment, New York 
State Volunteers, and shortly after was appointed 
acting Adjutant. Wherever duty called him, he 
gained the affections and admiration of all his 
associates. His purity of life, his lofty patriotism, 
and his christian devotion, were, at all times, 
conspicuous. After passing through the toil, 
hardships and perils of thirteen hard fought bat- 
tles, he appears before us in the bloody field of 
Gettysburg. Our forces weary, hungry and 
exhausted by their long marches under the burn- 
ing sun, wheeled into ranks to receive the shocks 
of the rebel artillery. Those memorable three 
days of July, when heroism and brave endurance 
won such triumphs, will never be forgotten by a 
grateful people. On the 2d of July the valiant 
Col. of the regiment was severely wounded, and 
Lieut. Pohlman was the only field officer left, dur- 
ing the remainder of the battle. How keenly he 
felt his responsibility, and how well he discharged 
his duties, his men relate with passionate pride. 
How could they falter, when, wherever the peril 
was greatest, 

" There was no braver sight 

Than his young form, steadfast 'mid shot and shell." 

But late in the afternoon of Friday, July 3d, a 



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minie ball struck his arm, and frightfully shat- 
tered it. He was at once urged to withdraw from 
the front, but he answered, " No, never while I 
have a sound arm left to fight with." An hour 
later his sword arm failed him, and another ball, 
glancing from his swordhilt, which it shattered, 
pierced his right wrist, and severed an artery, 
thus disabling him from service. At this crisis 
his noble nature shone forth with new lustre. To 
the soldiers who would have borne him from the 
field, now, almost won, he said, " Boys stay in 
your places'. Your country needs every man of 
you." Thus he left them, but not until he had 
groped about in his blindness, to recover, if pos- 
sible, the sword given to him by his adopted 
mother. Its empty scabbard, battered and blood- 
stained, with the glorious motto engraved upon it, 
unmarred : " For God and your country," is now 
the most cherished relic, to her who filled a 
mother's place to the orphan boy. He reached 
the camp, having fainted on the way from loss of 
blood, and was laid by the side of his beloved 
Colonel. So careful was he of the feelings of his 
friends in this city, that he withheld his name 
from the newspaper reporters, lest the tidings of 
his wounds might shock those who were dear to 
his heart 



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In a characteristic note dictated the following 
day, after first speaking of their glorious victory, 
he added, " The usual good fortune which has 
attended me in thirteen battles of the war, has 
forsaken me in the fourteenth engagement. I 
bear honorable wounds in my country's cause." 
Our hero was tenderly cared for, and under the 
influence of a home presence, and while hoping 
soon to welcome a beloved only sister, he seemed 
to rally; but on the night of the 20th he sank 
rapidly, and at 11 o'clock in the forenoon, July 
21st, his noble spirit went to its reward. His 
nearest relative says of her patriotic and christian 
brother: "We could not wish him a prouder 
record, nor ask for him a worthier death. 

' Great God of night ! 
Accept our sacrifice ; 
Bid thou our country rise, 
The joy of longing eyes, 
The Home of Right.'" 

On entering the gallery for the present year, 
1864, we are greeted with another cluster of 
heroes who reflect the highest honor upon our 
city, and many of whom combined, in a remarka- 
ble degree, the purest christian principles, with 
the most unselfish patriotism. 

The name of Col. John Wilson will ever be held 
in grateful remembrance, by all the admirers of 



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the highest type of the Scotch character. This 
hero was a man, in the fall sense of the term. 
Splendid and fascinating in appearance; with a 
heart full of courage and firmness ; with the strong 
resolution, and undeviating principles of the old 
Scotch covenanters, he went to the battle-field, 
and laid his noble life upon the altar of our 
country. 

Col. Wilson was intimately associated with Col. 
Fryer of Greenbush ; and they were on the field 
together when the brave Fryer was wounded in 
the hand. ' He still continued fighting, until a 
shot struck him in the shoulder. Even that did 
not drive him from the field ; and soon after he 
was severely wounded in the lungs, when he was 
borne to the hospital. Shortly after, Col. Wilson 
was wounded in the leg, and laid by the side of 
his friend. The remark was made him: "This 
is a great deal to bear." " Yes," replied Col. 
Wilson, " but not too much for the dear old flag"* 

* Since the de'ivery of this discourse, we have received the melan- 
choly tidings of the fall of Col. James D. Visscher, who succeeded Col. 
Wilson, in the command of the 43d regiment, N. Y. State Volunteers. 
He was killed in the recent fight before the northern defences of Wash- 
ington. 

Col. Visscher was a high minded, courteous gentleman; an unselfish 
and warm hearted patriot; a brave man among even the courageous — a 
hero among heroes. He rose rapidly in the army, from one position to 
another, until he has now risen to the eminence of a martyr for his 
country. 



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Passing along, we come to another countenance 
radiant with christian hope, and beaming with 
victory. The eyes reveal the inward intelligence. 
The lips whisper the peace of the soul. Upon the 
brow is stamped, " heroism." In the hand is a 
commission addressed to " Brigadier-General 
James C. Rice," a name which history will 
embalm, and posterity applaud. 

Six years ago this hero enlisted under the Cap- 
tain of our salvation, and professed his faith 
before angels and men, in the Madison Square 
Presbyterian Church, in the city of New York. 
Less than two years ago he took to his heart one, 
who is now a widow. She looked and prayed for 
the brightness of serene skies, and received the 
thunderbolt that has shattered her spirit. 

Gen. Rice left this city for the war, as Lieut. 
Col. of the 44th regiment. So valuable were his 
services, so noble his conduct in the camp and 
the field, that he was promoted to the high posi- 
tion that he occupied at his death. 

In the last battle that cost him his life, his 
bravery and devotion were pre-eminently con- 
spicuous. He went into the battle dismounted, 
mingled with his men, cheered them on to the 
conflict. So terrible was the storm of battle, that 
out of 1800 of his brigade, 857 privates, and 32 



officers fell, and still his courage never faltered. 
After he was struck, and was being borne to the 
rear, he was met by General Meade, who, on 
learning the name of the wounded officer, imme- 
diately dismounted, and taking him by the hand, 
expressed the hope that he might soon be healed. 
Gen. Rice replied that he had little hope of that, 
but he was ready to give his life for his country. 
His last letter, addressed to his aged mother, 
reveals the inner thoughts and workings of his 
soul. He said, " We are about to commence the 
campaign, the greatest in magnitude, strength and 
importance, since the beginning of the war. God 
grant that victory may crown our arms ; that this 
wicked rebellion may be crushed, our Union pre- 
served, and peace and prosperity again be restored 
to our beloved country. My faith, and hope, and 
confidence are in God alone, and I know that you 
feel the same. I trust that God may again gra- 
ciously spare my life, as he has in the past ; and 
yet we cannot fall too early, if, loving Christ, one 
dies for his country. My entire hope is in the 
cross of my Saviour. In this hope I am always 
happy. We pray here in the army, mother, just 
the same as at home. The same God who 
watches over you, also guards me. I always 
remember you in my prayers, and I know that 



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you never forget me in yours. All that I am, 
under God, I owe to you, mother. Do you 
recollect this passage in the Bible, ' Thou shalt 
keep, therefore, the statutes, that it may be well 
with thee, and thy children after thee.' How 
true this is in respect to your children, mother. 
I hope that you will read the Bible, and trust the 
promises to the last. There is no book like the 
Bible for comfort. It is a guide to the steps of the 
young — a staff to the aged. Well, my dear 
mother, good bye. We are going again to our 
duty, to bravely offer up our life for that of our 
country, and, through God, we shall do it valiantly. 
With much love and many prayers, that whatever 
may betake us, we may meet in Heaven at last. 
I am your affectionate son, James." 

They will meet again, where sorrow and part- 
ing are no more. 

On the tablet of your memory, there is engraved 
another name, which time cannot efface. The 
lines are cut so deep, that even the ploughshare 
of a successful rebellion cannot obliterate them. 
Around the name there might appropriately be 
the symbols of intense patriotism, unwavering 
fortitude, and courage that never knew fear. That 
name is Col. Lewis Benedict. At the battle of 
Pleasant Hill, up Red river, while gallantly lead- 



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ing his brigade, in the pursuit of the retreating 
foe, and at the moment the glories of a great vic- 
tory burst upon him, our hero was pierced by five 
rebel bullets, and instantly fell, to rise no more. 
In this engagement he was acting as Brigadier 
General, and had succeeded in infusing his earnest 
spirit, and undaunted bravery into the minds of 
his officers and soldiers ; and hurling upon the 
enemies of God and human freedom, the retribu- 
tion that they richly deserved. But his zeal 
always carrying him in into the thickest of the 
fight ; his thought of himself being lost in his 
love of country, his martyrdom seemed an inevi- 
table fact, to which destiny pointed- It is a 
wonder that such a hero escaped as long as he did. 
Col. Benedict was with Gen. Banks in all his bat- 
tles, and shared largely in his victories. His form 
was conspicuous in the storming of Fort Hudson ; 
and while that fort poured forth its showers of 
shell and shot, he stood immovable amid the rain 
of death, striving to do his duty, and save his men, 
and his nation. 

To the city of Albany belongs the honor of the 
birth of this distinguished American soldier. He 
was born of parents of the highest respectability, 
on the second day of September, 1817. He studied 
and graduated at Williams College, Williamstown, 



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Mass., and prepared himself for the profession of 
law. He held several important offices of trust 
and responsibility in our city ; but when his 
country was in peril, he left all and rushed to her 
defense. 

In 1861, he was commissioned as Lieut. Col. of 
the 73d regiment, Excelsior Brigade ; and after 
undergoing the hardships of a soldier, he fought 
bravely at the battle at Williamsburg. Here he 
was captured by the enemy, and after several 
months imprisonment, he was released by 
exchange. From that time to the hour of his 
death, he gave his thoughts, energies, valor, and 
aspirations, to his country's honor and salvation. 

The patriotism, also, of William I. Wooley was 
strikingly conspicuous. He was one of the first 
to respond to the call of his country, and in spite 
of ill health, and the remonstrances of friends who 
felt that his impaired strength rendered him unfit 
for service, he persevered in his noble efforts for 
the defense of the nation until his death, which 
occured in the Georgetown Hospital, July 13, 
1861. 

We approach next, another hero-martyr, whose 
remains were recently borne from before this 
pulpit, to rest in our quiet and beautiful cemetery. 
In the character of Col. Lewis 0. Morris, there 



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was a remarkable combination of tenderness and 
valor, of kindness and bravery. Whether we look 
at his gentle attentions as a husband and father, 
or at his readiness to serve his soldiers or their 
friends ; or at his bravery and splendid achieve- 
ments upon the battle-field, we are impressed with 
his pure and noble traits of character. 

Col. Morris was born in this city, in August, 
1824. He was educated at our academy, and 
afterwards pursued his studies in Massachusetts. 
His noble father having been killed at the siege 
of Monterey, he received a commission in the 
regular army. At the outbreak of the rebellion, 
he was in Texas, in command of Fort Brown ; 
and his company was the only one, if we are 
rightly informed, that did not surrender to the 
rebels, in that State. So highly was he regarded 
by the military authorities, that he was appointed 
to direct the operations against Fort Macon, in 
North Carolina, which he captured and afterwards 
commanded. It was a fort of great strength, and 
its reduction was considered as one of the most 
brilliant achievements of the war. 

In the summer of 1862, Col. Morris was placed 
in command of the 113th New York regiment, 
raised in this city, which was the first regiment 
from this State to arrive in Washington, at the 



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moment when that city was threatened by the 
rebel army. 

When stationed afterwards at Fort Reno, an 
elegant sword, sash, and belt, were presented to 
him, in testimony of the affection and admiration 
of the officers and soldiers, who had experienced 
the kindness of his noble and generous heart. 

Several months before he was killed, he sought 
with diligence and earnestness an interest in the 
blessed Saviour, and often conversed with his 
devoted Chaplain, upon the interests of his 
immortal soul. And after receiving his death 
wound, and before he breathed his last, he 
expressed his love for Jesus, his hope of Heaven, 
and his readiness to depart and be with Christ. 

Two days before the death of Col. Morris, a 
beloved and honored member of his staff preceded 
him in the mysterious journey to the spirit land. 
I allude to the youthful William Emmet Orr, 
acting assistant Adjutant General, with the rank 
of First Lieutenant, who was born in this city, 
September 12th, 1841. His ancestors combined 
the best, and most vigorous qualities of the Scotch 
and Irish character ; and young Orr partook 
largely of these elements. In his early childhood 
he manifested an amiable and lovely disposition, 
great purity of heart and of life, and was remar- 



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kable for his obedience and affection as a son. 
At the age of sixteen years, during a season of 
special religious interest, he consecrated himself 
to the service of his blessed Saviour, and united 
with the Second Presbyterian Church, of this city, 
under the pastoral care of the Rev. Dr. Sprague. 
He entered upon the christian life with high aims, 
and with just views of the nature and obligations 
of a public profession of his faith. 

He was educated at the excellent school, con- 
ducted by the Rev. Mr. Pierson, in Elizabeth, 
New Jersey, and was afterwards a student at the 
Rochester University. His intellectual attain- 
ments, combined with his social and benevolent 
traits of character, rendered him a most agreea- 
ble companion ; and those who were with him at 
Fort Reno, and other places where he was 
stationed, speak of him with fondness and 
admiration. 

Lieut. Orr was also an earnest patriot, and 
courageous soldier. One who saw him on the 
field, when shot and shell were flying thick around 
him, and his comrades were falling, said, that his 
bravery could not be surpassed. In the thickest 
of the fight, his calm resolution, and fervid and 
lofty patriotism never forsook him. He looked 



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not at danger, but at duty. He asked not for a 
position of ease and safety, but for one where he 
could best serve his country, and honor his God. 

After spending a night in the rifle pits with 
Col. Morris, he retired with others in the morn- 
ing to the woods to take breakfast, when he was 
shot by a rebel, who fired from a tree. After 
receiving the fatal wound, he was borne in a 
rough conveyance forty miles, and was attended 
by his colored servant on foot, a bright lad of 
fourteen years, named William Webster, whose 
mother is a slave at the South. This devoted 
boy did all in his power for the comfort of our 
hero ; and at every stopping place filled his can- 
teen with fresh water for him. To his attentions 
Lieut. Orr attributed the prolongation of his life ; 
and the youth is now rewarded by the kind inter- 
est of the family, in his welfare and education. 

The last few days of Mr. Orr's life, were days 
of extreme prostration and suffering. He was 
attended by his devoted parents, who did all in 
their power for his relief. But on Thursday 
morning, June 2d, 1864, at one-half past two 
o'clock, his feet and hands grew cold, his breath- 
ing was labored, and in a few moments he bid 
farewell to his dear friends, his delightful home, 
his bleeding country, and was attended by the 



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angels of God, to the mansions prepared for him 
in the Heavens by the Saviour, whom he loved. 

Among others who deserve our tribute of grati- 
tude, are the honored names of Major William 
Wallace, Capt. H. N. Merriman, both brave, 
christian soldiers; Capt. Edwin Forrest, George 
W. Kilbourn, and Capt. Robert H. Bell, the latter 
of whom served with great faithfulness and bra- 
very under the lamented Col. Morris. 

We have also another youth, whom nothing but 
a sense of duty led to abandon the peaceful pur- 
suits of life, and plunge into the perils of the 
battle-field. I allude to the young hero, William 
A. Van Gaasbeck, who was born in this city, 
Sept. 5th, 1841 ; and who, when 18 years of age, 
went to New York to engage in mercantile pur- 
suits. Immediately on the news of the first firing 
upon Fort Sumter, he wrote to his father, that he 
felt it to be his duty to give up his situation, and 
enlist in defense of his country. And from that 
time up to the 6th of June, 1864, when he was 
wounded in the arm, a period of two years and 
nine months, he served his country with distin- 
guished bravery and faithfulness. His letters 
were always cheerful. He never complained of 
the hardships of a soldier's life, and never asked 
for a furlough to visit his home and friends. And 



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even after his arm was taken off at the shoulder, 
he expressed a hope of a speedy recovery, that he 
might return again to his battery. But God willed 
otherwise ; and on the 23d of June, he died at 
Davis Island, near New York, attended by his 
beloved mother. 

William was a truthful, pure minded, affec- 
tionate boy. His sense of right and honor were 
so high, that he could not be tempted to perform 
a mean or wrong act. The history of his anxie- 
ties, sufferings, dangers, and acute pains at the 
last, are known only to himself and his God. 

But there is one other, for whom the tears of 
sorrow are not yet dry ; one whose funeral servi- 
ces are fresh in our memory, the tidings of whose 
death fell as a thunderbolt upon the hearts of a 
widowed mother, and a wide circle of relatives and 
friends. I allude to a child of the covenant, who, 
in infancy, was brought to the altar, and solemnly 
dedicated to the Father, the Son, and the Holy 
Ghost. His name was written in the church 
books, and in the book of life, Charles E. Pruyn. 
He was the son of Col. Samuel Pruyn. His 
footsteps through childhood and youth were fol- 
lowed by christian counsels and fervent prayers. 
At the beginning of the war, he, actuated by the 
purest patriotism, bid adieu to the attractions of 



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home, and went to the battle-field, as a Lieutenant 
in the 96th regiment. Very soon it was apparent 
that he possessed, in a very eminent degree, all 
the qualities of a soldier, a patriot, and a christian. 
He said very little about his devotion to his 
country, or his willingness to make sacrifices to 
maintain our nationality ; but three years of 
almost unmitigated toil, privation, and suffering, 
endured without a single complaint, prove the 
spirit of this young officer. His coolness in the 
severest conflict ; his unflinching bravery, when 
soldiers were falling and dying all around him ; his 
brotherly kindness to the sick and wounded, were 
often the subject of remark from his superior 
officers, and of expression of deep gratitude from 
the recipients of his attentions. 

His regiment was in Casey's division; and at 
the terrific battle of Fair Oaks was in the advance, 
and suffered most severely. Lieut. Pruyn had 
just risen from a sick bed, and weak as he was, he 
participated in the struggle and dangers of that 
fearful encounter. It will be remembered that 
that division was severely censured b}^ the Gen- 
eral in command ; a censure, however, which he 
was afterwards compelled to retract. But it had 
a cruel effect on the heart of our young patriot. 
For him, after all his struggles, and sufferings, 



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to be branded as a coward, and that too by his 
commander whom he had almost worshipped, was 
too much for him. Sick in body, and deeply dis- 
tressed in spirit, he resigned his commission. 
But this step he soon regretted, and resolved, 
before he reached his home, to return to the 
service. A severe illness, contracted during that 
dreadful campaign, compelled him to delay any 
efforts to do so, for several weeks. But before he 
was sufficiently recovered to leave his room, he 
was offered the position of Adjutant, in the 118th 
regiment of N. Y. Vol., then organizing in Pitts- 
burgh. After careful deliberation he accepted 
the appointment, and left his home when too ill 
to sit up, more than a few hours at once. 

After some months, he was recommended, by 
the almost unanimous vote of the officers, for the 
position of Major of the regiment. Though the 
senior Captain had a superior claim, in the regu- 
lar line of promotion, still he urged the appoint- 
ment of Mr. Pruyn, " because he had earned, and 
deserved the promotion." 

A few weeks since, he was badly wounded in 
the foot, and the surgeon and others urged him to 
remain in the hospital, as his foot was much 
inflamed; but he insisted upon being with his 
noble comrades, and spending all his strength in 



the service of his country. On the loth of June, 
the instant after he had, in a clear, ringing voice, 
uttered the words, " Attention, Battalion !" pre- 
paratory to giving the order "Charge," a shell 
exploded upon his breast, terribly mangling his 
body ; and with the single exclamation, " Oh !" 
he expired instantly. He fell at the early age of 
23 years. His body was embalmed, and on 
Monday, June 27th, it was borne, under military 
escort, to his last resting place, in the Albany 
Rural Cemetery. 

The moral character of our brave and honored 
townsman was irreproachable. Neither the tempt- 
ations of the cit}^, nor the trials of camp life, made 
any inroads upon his lofty principles, and 
unwavering integrity. When he came back to 
his home to recruit, he was the same pure minded 
youth, and tender and affectionate son, that he 
was when he enlisted to fight the battles of his 
country. 

But it is of his christian character, his abiding 
confidence in God, and his hope in Jesus Christ, 
his Saviour, that we delight to speak. At the 
early age of fifteen, he made a public jorofession 
of his religious faith. He entered upon his chris- 
tian duties, with an earnest desire to be a 
consistent, faithful, and useful, servant of his 



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divine master. His recent letters to his fond 
mother indicate the growth of his spiritual life. 
In one he said: "I have given up all speculations 
upon our movements and prospects ; where we 
are going, and what is before us, I do not know ; 
but I am happy and contented. I have commit- 
ted myself fully to the God of battles, and he will 
do just what is best for me." His chaplain gave, 
also, the most consoling and abundant testimony 
to his preparation for the realities of eternity ; 
and letters received, since his death, from soldiers, 
express the warmth of their affection for the 
departed.* 

* The following tribute to his memory has been received since the 
delivery of this discourse: 

Headquarters 118th N. Y. S. V., ^ 

In the Trenches. Before Petersburg, Va., > 

July 20th, 1864. ) 

Mrs. Mary Pruyn, Albany, N. Y.: 

Madam — Enclosed I send you extract from General Orders No. 80, 
Headquarters Department Virginia and North Carolina, just received at 
these headquarters. 

It will assure you that the name of your lamented son is still identified 
with the struggle, towards the success of which he contributed his young 
life. The nobly fallen have not been forgot. en — their memory has beeu 
most fittingly honored. 

Alorg our outer lines their names have been set — gems of encourage- 
ment to ourselves — signs of warning to the foe. 

It shall be our effort to emulate the brightness of their example — their 
devotion — that their sacrifices may prove to have been in behalf of a 
cause as gloriously successful as it is gloriously righteous. 
I am, Madam, most respectfully, 

J. L. Cunningham, 
Captain Commanding 118th N. T. V. 



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When such sacrifices are offered up for the 
salvation of our country, may we not hope and 
believe that God will spare the republic ; secure 
the triumph of universal liberty ; give to us a 
future of honor and prosperity ; and allow memo- 
ries like these to be embalmed in the gratitude 
and admiration of posterity ? 

To the bereaved fathers, mothers, widows, and 
sisters, before me, we offer our tenderest sympa- 
thies, and the consolations of our holy religion. 
In the name of the American government and 
people ; in the name of the christian church, so 
intimately identified, as we believe, with our 
national history ; in the name of the friends of 
civil liberty throughout the world, we thank you 
for your precious gifts ; and it is our fervent 
prayer to Almighty God, that you may be pre- 
pared to meet the christian heroes who have gone 



[Official.} 

Headquarters Department op Virginia and North Carolina, I 
In the Field. Va., July 15th, 18G4. ^ 

General Orders No. 80. 

In honor of the memory of some of the gallant dead of this army, who 
having fallen in this campaign, the redoubts and batteries on the lines 
will hereafter he known as follows, viz: — * * 

Battery No. G is named Battery Pruyn, after Major Charles E. Pruyn, 
One Hundred and Eighteenth New York Volunteers. 

By command of Major Gen. B. F. Butler. 

(Signed) R. S. Davis, 

Major and Assistant Adjutant General. 



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before you, to those blissful regions, over which 
the Prince of peace reigns ; and where the bless- 
ings of loyalty and love, are the portion of all the 
subjects of the Supreme and Glorious King. 









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